The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

If the Spine of God really goes out, it doesn't matter if it hits the Origin-level forces of the Dragon King's Court or the people of the Northern Alliance.

This incident will directly destroy the relationship between the two countries.

The Northern League will not let this opportunity pass.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, the already delicate balance between the two countries will be completely destroyed.

The future will either be a cold war or a hot war.

Never die.

"That's for later."

Li Weiguo's voice was flat, almost cold: "The most urgent task is to save Shenxia."

He turned around to face everyone in the decision-making room.

"We'll talk about the rest after we get through this hurdle."

After he finished speaking, no one in the entire decision-making room uttered a sound.

But after a brief silence, Chang Chen spoke again.

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering whether to add another thing at this critical juncture.

But I told them anyway.

"Minister, there's one more question."

Li Weiguo didn't turn around; a voice came from behind him: "Speak."

"As for the Calamity Army, Commander Gu... should he also be conscripted?"

That's a perfectly normal question.

After all, the Calamity Army is a formally organized legion of the Divine Xia, and Gu Xu is its commander.

According to the procedure for mobilizing the entire army, theoretically all corps should have received a mobilization order.

But Li Weiguo shook his head: "The Calamity Army is excluded."

"Their unit designation has only just been approved, and they haven't even set up a proper organizational structure yet. To put it bluntly, it's just an empty shell right now."

"What does Gu Xu have under his command? He himself is his entire fighting force."

"Moreover, he is currently in the mysterious realm of Chuyun, and we cannot contact him."

Zhang Zhen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After turning the subject away, Li Weiguo stood there in silence for a few seconds.

But his brow did not relax.

Instead, it gets tighter and tighter.

Because he still had a score to settle in his mind.

The source-level being brought in by the Northern Alliance, regardless of which figure from the Dragon King's Court it was, was not a demigod who could withstand a direct confrontation.

The Spine of God is indeed powerful, but it's a one-time use item; once it's used up, it's gone.

What if I miss?

What if the other party has the ability to evade it?

What if one shot isn't enough and a follow-up shot is needed?

All these "what ifs" combined create a huge uncertainty.

What Li Weiguo hates most is uncertainty.

He began pacing around the decision-making room.

After walking about seven or eight steps, he stopped.

A name popped into my head.

Old Master Chen.

Chen Zhenyuan.

The one who guards the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

The only Source-level being in Sherlock.

Strictly speaking, Chen Yuan was not under the command of the military.

His rank was higher than anyone else in the military, yet he was not within any administrative system.

He only does one thing—guard the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons is a permanent dimensional rift in the southwest of the Divine Xia.

The other end of the rift connects to a dangerous alien plane.

Chen Yuan stood guard there for countless years, single-handedly suppressing whatever was on the other side of the rift.

He doesn't leave the mountain because he can't leave.

Once he leaves the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, the things on the other side of the rift will surge outwards.

Therefore, asking Mr. Chen to come out of retirement was never a regular option for the military.

But today—

Li Weiguo weighed the options in his mind.

Source level to source level.

This is the only strategy we're confident we can execute.

The Spine of God must be used, of course, but that's a last resort, a last line of defense.

Only one Source-level being can truly stop a Source-level being head-on on the battlefield.

But the problem is, now that Grandpa Chen is gone, what will happen to the Myriad Demon Rift Abyss?

Li Weiguo started pacing again.

After taking three steps, he stopped and looked back at Zhang Daoxuan.

Zhang Daoxuan was also looking at him.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Li Weiguo didn't speak, but Zhang Daoxuan had obviously guessed what he was thinking: "You're hesitating about whether or not to invite Old Master Chen."

Li Weiguo nodded, a dry, bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Without a Source-level expert protecting it, how long can it hold out at the Ten Thousand Demon Rift Abyss?"

Zhang Daoxuan thought for a moment: "With the sealing formation and the garrison troops, if we don't consider any unforeseen circumstances... about thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes..."

Li Weiguo repeated the number.

In other words, if we ask Grandpa Chen to come out and help deal with the source-level invaders from the north, he will only have a maximum of thirty minutes.

If this can't be resolved in thirty minutes, something bad is going to happen at the Ten Thousand Demon Rift Abyss.

At that point, it won't be about dealing with a crisis in one direction, but rather facing challenges on two fronts.

But what if we don't invite them?

Are demigods and the spine of gods enough?

Whether it's enough or not, nobody can say for sure.

After a silence of about ten seconds, Li Weiguo spoke again and made a decision.

"Old Zhang."

He looked at Zhang Daoxuan, his voice turning serious: "Go to the Temple of the Gods."

The Pantheon.

Upon hearing these three words, Zhang Daoxuan's expression once again became somewhat melancholic.

After all, when those predecessors made a move, it was as if they were burning away all their remaining life force.

After this battle, they left.

He's truly gone.

This is why those from the Pantheon are never included in normal war plans.

Because they are not pawns, they are the spark.

Only when everything is insufficient and there is no time will someone knock on that door.

"Let's invite a few more senior figures to come out!"

Li Weiguo gritted his teeth and said those words.

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Zhang Daoxuan's face.

Because he knew what Zhang Daoxuan's expression looked like at that moment.

Zhang Daoxuan stood there, silent for a moment.

Then, he sighed softly.

Wang Cang and his two companions couldn't fill the gap.

Grandpa Chen couldn't leave.

The Spine of God is usable, but the cost is too high.

That leaves only the old Night's Watch veterans in the Pantheon.

"OK."

Zhang Daoxuan uttered only one word, concise and to the point, without any unnecessary words.

……

It's very late, but no one is destined to sleep tonight.

Normally, at this hour, most ordinary people would already be lying in bed snoring.

I have to go to work or school the next day, or run dungeons and secret realms. Who has the time to stay up until this hour?

But today is different.

So much happened tonight, so much that I can't even close my eyes in peace.

The trending topics list has changed four times in the past three hours.

The top trending topic changes every time.

But each one is related to the same thing—the unusual events of tonight.

The first trending topic was "Izumo Ghost Realm Riot".

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The third round is "The Northern League is invaded".

The fourth round, which is currently trending at number one, is "Northern energy fluctuations approaching the border of Shenxia".

The number of views on this topic skyrocketed after it was posted ten minutes ago.

To date, it has been read over 3.7 billion times.

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